Book Club #30! This is crazy talk you guys. Just think if I had written about all the crappy books I’ve read in the last year and a half, there’d be a lot more of these posts! The good news is that the 30th book for this Book Club of 1, is now one of my all time favorite books. The Book Thief was so, so, so good. Insanely depressing, but so powerful. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I first picked it up, which in my opinion is one of the best compliments someone can give an author. Markus Zukas; you’re in my head, man.
The Book Thief is so well written, with laugh out loud moments, and parts of such gut-wrenching sadness that I found myself wondering what I could possibly have to complain about in my life. On more than one occasion I found that I was on the verge of tears while reading it on the way to or from work.
It’s about a very endearing, sarcastic girl named Liesel with a lot of spunk who lives with a foster family in Nazi Germany during World War Two. The story is told from the perspective of Death, which sounds weird but ended up being one of my favorite aspects of the book. That and Liesel’s accordion playing foster dad. And her best friend Rudy. Sigh. So many good characters.
If you never take my fashion advice, and don’t care what I have to say about Seattle – listen to this one tip. Go read it.
You’re welcome in advance.
This is not ground-breaking news. I repeat, probably not worth your time.
If you’re still reading, it’s not my fault.
Remember this before and after from a couple of months ago?
Well I’ve gotten a tiny bit further along in the whole decorating/occupying of this room.
I made what Mollie Katzen claims to be the “best pasta salad”. I might just have to agree with her. I put it together the night before a bbq we had last weekend, and I swear to you it tasted better the longer it sat in the fridge. Best. Leftovers. Ever.
The only photo of the finished salad was taken by Steve’s cousin. But here it is, proof. (Thanks Maggie!)
Side note: I doubled the recipe, and since our giant bowls were already being taken up by various other salads, the pasta salad ended up in a pot. What can you do, eh?
The recipe can be found in this book. If you’re thinking about making the purchase, I would definitely recommend it. The recipes are simple and delicious.
Usually when I make a fruit salad I literally just chop fruit up and put it in a bowl. For some reason last weekend I decided to follow a recipe. Call me crazy.
The above recipe can be found in this book.
The last time I stayed in yurt, it was awesome simply because it wasn’t a tent. There was no heat, bathroom, or running water, but since we were camping in January, anything with stable sides and a roof would have felt like luxury. And while I may have slept in two sleeping bags while wearing six layers of clothes, I really did feel like a million bucks.
Well a few weeks ago I traveled 2.5 hours southeast of Seattle to a little place called Cave B Estate Winery. Visual:
The yurts, brace yourselves, have bathrooms.
Ross Lake is the most magical place on earth. And it’s just 2.5 hours from Seattle. Visual:
Steve and his family have stayed at the same floating cabins every August for over 20 years! Which means I’ve been lucky enough to partake in as many of the last 8 years as possible. Here are some photos from the most recent trip.
On the way there, around 5am.
Before we moved in, the floor in the guest bedroom sort of looked like someone tried to escape through it. Visual:
I found out last week that a former co-worker of mine is going to have a baby boy, so I made this set of burp cloths to ship off to her.
These might be my favorite burp cloths to date. They’re for baby girl Penelope, whose new room will be decorated in green and yellow. While these burp cloths aren’t made in the typical pastel green and yellow usually given for baby gifts, I love the playful brightness of them. Plus the name Penelope is just about the sweetest name I’ve heard in a while.
Each set of 4 burp cloths is $30. If you want a personalized set for yourself or to give as a gift, shoot me an email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
I made these for baby boy Silas, whose parents love the outdoors.